"Don't lower the heat," John says, nearly choking on it. "Crank it up." John and Aeryn nearly start crying, both of them, because it's going to hurt. Raisin of the Flag on Iwo Jima thinks a sec, and then cranks it. Aeryn cries out in misery, and Zhaan slowly collapses as she turns back into herself. She smiles at John and nods toward the door: "I'll look after her. Go." D'Argo comes near to Aeryn and looks in her eyes. He pats her arm tenderly. That is big. That is pretty neat. You expect John to get all pinkeye when Aeryn's involved, but the promise in that touch, from D'Argo, is one of the largest emotional leaps to date. John and D'Argo head for the door. "It's just you and me," John says, going for the adrenaline, but D'Argo corrects him: "Actually, it is just me. And you." D'Argo heads out, but John comes back to Aeryn one more time, saying her name softly. "I feel the Living Death," she rasps, and he begs her to hold on. "I won't let it happen," he swears to her, but she reminds him it's not his choice. "Remember your promise," she says, as sternly as she can manage, and his face goes blank for a second before he turns and leaves. Aeryn groans, in the silence.